Ambience and Violence

Ambience and Violence

Sitting down on the cold cement,
looking down and I’m feeling spent.

Ambience and violence.
Ambience and violence.

Death is upon me,
let’s go for a walk in the park,
and we’ll talk,
about the shit we did at work,
and I’ll stumble on the grass.
Let’s just let time pass.

Ambience and violence.
Ambience and violence.

Death is upon me,
let’s go to a movie,
I’ll pretend that I am watching,
as I’m thinking ’bout the notching,
on my ceiling, it’s a feeling,
I know I can’t shake.

Ambience and violence.
Ambience an violence.

Death is upon me,
I’ll try and play it cool,
as I wake up in the morning,
in a puddle of my drool,
and I can’t think of time,
when I felt fine.
Time to wake up.
It’s prime time.